Monday, December 26, 2011

Sunday, December 25, 2011

A sudden chillA feeling that someone might pushFar less scary then the feeling to jump overI stood on the edge of the precipiceWondering, what's beyondNext thing I could remember Was the sole influence of gravity.

I slowly open my eyesSwimming through the oceans like the shadow of a kiteI could still feel the frightBesides all the fun, one thing I forgotWas this my last flightAnd then I feel again, that sudden chill.

There was a way to make it all endAll I had to do was to hold myself togetherBut in the stillness of the night,Couldn't make everything alrightAnd when I looked backEverythin faded, Every thought turned black.

I wokeup with a sudden fright, wonderingWas it a dream or a frightful realityThat I couldn't believe with my eyes openAll I could capture was a glimse of the thoughtNot able to put together the piecesI wonder where I lost my tranquility.

“Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.”
--- Boris Pasternak